When doing my fortnightly shopping, I always check out the book section in my local Tesco, for you never know what you might find. Unfortunately it’s quite often the first time I realise that a favourite author of mine, or a series that I'm rather enjoying has a new book out. You'd think that Goodreads and its algorithms would sort that out for me, and let me know, but no, it rarely does, if ever, and I'm left to my own devises like some kind of literary sh*tmuncher and it's somewhat left down to happenstance and pot luck really. But I will say one thing for my reliance on a system of chance at the popular supermarket conglomerate, and that's my excitement and utter joy when I do spot a noteworthy book on their shelves. And although I didn't know it existed, I definitely know that I want it! Do you want it Sir? Do you? Oh! Suits you Sir! Suits you, haha!
Well, it was with just such excitement, that I encountered the new Rory Clements novel in my local supermarket last week, and oh, joy of joys, it was indeed a new Tom Wilde! Superb! Fantastic! Splendid! Bravo!
Although I would have to say, I do prefer the author's 'John Shakespeare' series, this really has been an all round competent suit of stories, with 'The Man in the Bunker' being the pick of the bunch, which really was an outstanding read and the only real low point in Rory Clements' spy series, coming with, 'A Prince and a Spy', which was ultimately a load of cliché ridden (the author certainly doesn't seem to be embarrassed in using clichés, see my review of Munich Wolf!), royal a*se licking mulch.
Nevertheless, this latest instalment, 'A Cold Wind From Moscow ', wasn't bad, with the excitement building apace right through till the end. Where the extremely ironic last paragraph, with Kim Phibly, Anthony Blunt and Guy Burgess making a highly amusing cameo, had me chortling away no end! Excellent writing from Mr Clements, wonderful stuff indeed.
However, a couple of minor criticisms that do seem to let the story down a tad, for me at any rate.
The tale did seem to have a propensity for the improbable, one example being, when Tom Wilde had taken a couple of star witnesses to a safe house in deepest Norfolk, I did find it somewhat improbable, that to find them, the book's resident and highly egregious bad guys, were left to ask the whereabouts of MI5’s stool pigeons at a local train station, where the ticket master gleefully obliged. Aye right! As if a station master would give out that kind of information, no chance whatsoever! It was also stretching the imagination to exceptional degrees, that the head of the MI5 section that Tom was dealing with, Freya Bentall would have sent the witnesses there without back up or security, especially after the Soviet hitman and/or the Cockney gangsters had lobbed a grenade into her London home! But it was what it was, and we just had to get on with it.
The author also usually and very much thankfully, steers clear of pejorative and politically emotional language, but strangely not here. Where he mentions that European Nazism, has been replaced by a 'new tyranny’ (meaning communism). I found this disappointing, and when you add that to the sympathetic ear he gave some Nazis in his last novel, Munich Wolf (again, see my review of Munich Wolf), you could be forgiven for asking questions about the author's politics. In reality however, I don't really think Rory Clements is a fascist in any way shape or form, but he should really watch his language, or people will talk! Nudge, nudge, wink, wink, if you know what I mean?! A Sieg is as good as a Heil to a blind Nazi! And believe you me, they’re ALL blind Sir!
Anyway, paraphrased parodies aside, and to sum up, in doing the British Secret Services a favour, Professor Wilde gets himself into a right old pickle and finds himself, slap bang in the middle of Uncle Joe's attempts to shore up his UK atomic research spying network, with as much intrigue and shenanigans as something as slippery as that sounds. A good old fashioned page turner, especially approaching the books climax, unfortunately with a somewhat predictable twist, but at the end of the day, it’s not bad, not bad at all!